McMinnville High School - McMinnvillan Yearbook (McMinnville, OR)

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’38 Lincolnian ’38 Having finished dinner, we drove to the home of our friend, Myrt Spraker. There we found Roger Sitton, Mariella Frisbie, Willard Armstrong, and Charlie Ledgerwood. Myrt had just bought one of Shirley Ann DeFIaven's prize-winning scotties. We felt the urge to dance so we went to Dot Scoggan's “Dixie Club.” Betty Wood checked our hats and Dick Wirfs ushered us to the table. We danced to the music of that hottentot of swing, Kelt Peery. His piano player was Paul Evered, while Louise Pfouts sang the blues. Who should walk in but that famous cartoonist, Eunice Fogel, escorted by Don Rudell, home on a vacation. Don is professor of psychology at Vassar. We soon found that it was celebrity night. Theresa Simler, designer of “Clothes by Theresa,” entered with her party composed of the famous song-writing team, Chapman and Easter, the Hall brothers, leading dance team, and Virginia MacLean, editor of Vogue. The lights dimmed and master of ceremonies, Don Kreider introduced Richard Hart-zell, Don Farries, and Charlie Miller who have taken the Ritz Brothers’ place. Sidney Johnston, the ventriloquist, came next. His dummy was not of wood; he used Kenneth Sitton. Ermine Pelletier impersonated Baby Snooks while Harold Sinsel acted as her daddy. Virginia Vaughn, Jewell Donnell, and Marguerite Wichert closed the show with a skating act. Tired, but happy, after seeing my old friends, I drove slowly to my home.

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’38 Lincolnian ’38 Senior Class Propkec IT WAS a hot summer day in the year 1950. What could be more cooling than a drive into the country? With the wind in my face I whipped down the highway at 65 with not a care. But my trip had just begun. The sound of bees came faintly to my ears. Funny that bees could be heard when I was traveling so fast. Light began to dawn. Glancing into my rear view mirror. I beheld a motorcycle officer on my trail, blowing his siren with all his might. Well, I thought, I might just as well stop and chat with the good man. Who should the officer be but Etric Farmer. Being that he had been a classmate of mine, I surmised that he would be kind-hearted enough not to give me a ticket. But, no. he was a man pledged to his duty. I must go to the county seat to see the judge. Before going on, we did have that little chat I spoke of. When I asked for news of my old friends, he immediately launched into a long story. Bill Davis had become the state champion soapbox orator. Dolores Lee, Betty Sherlock, and Naomi Hyder had opened a school of training for future physiologists. They always did know all the answers in that course. Dr. Earl Versteeg had recently invented a serum to cure spring fever. Kenneth Harford had been sent to the city jail on the charge of child-beating. His son skipped school and provoked the old man. Can’t Kenny remember he was young once? I always knew that Helen Davis was a farmer at heart. Her poultry won the grand prize at the state fair. Much of the credit should go to Louis Bride her hired man. I was a bit worried about facing the judge and suggested that I should like to get it over. Arriving at the court house, who should I find on the bench but Jack Wible. My, but he was bald. He reminded me of the old days when he cut his hair so short. The dignity of the court weighed heavily on his shoulders. Not even for an old friend would he waive a fine. While I was talking to the judge, Miriam Connell and Helen Londershausen were brought in by two irate firemen, Warren Fairbanks and Ronald Eborall. The girls had turned in a false fire alarm just to see how well the city protected its citizens. After convincing the girls that theirs was a shameful deed, Jack asked me to have dinner with him. We drove to a swank restaurant owned by Ruth Fairhill. Ruth greeted us and led us to a choice table. Betty Booth served us. Ruth told me that she had had to fire Dortha Mae Mulkey the day before because she spent too much time talking to the ice man, John Gilson. Jack informed me that the meat we were eating came from Harry Riggs’ market and that the original product had eaten its last wisp of hay on Eiliene White’s farm.

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’38 Lincolnian ’38 Last Will and Testament of the Class of ”38 BE IT KNOWN THAT—On this spring day of May, one thousand nine hundred and thirty-eight, we, the seniors of McMinnville High school, desire to be rid of certain obnoxious articles and a few best wishes. First, to Mr. Maxwell and Miss Showalter, senior class advisers, we leave the class of 1939, with all due apologies. To the class of thirty-nine, we leave our example of upright and law-abiding citizenship. Personally, we do leave these bequests: I, James Capps, do leave my drum to Don Postlewaite. I, Bill Davis, leave my best pipe to Bob King. I, Tom Maloney, do leave my ability to do nothing with gusto to Charles Cinnamon. I, Winona Robison, do leave my operation experience to the next appendicitis victim. I, Mavis Boundy, leave my ear-piercing giggle to anyone willing to take it. To Maurice Beal, I, Kenneth Harford, do leave my ticket to Slumberland during class. I, Kelton Peery, do leave to Glenn Brixey my foot powder. I, Mary Ellen Taylor, do leave my Martha Raye mouth to Margaret Clevenger. I, Carder Wilcox, do leave to Harold Kendrick my razor. I, Bill Hall, do leave my latest Ballyhoo to whoever can read it without blushing. I, Don Kreider, do leave my overdue library books to whoever will pay the fine. 1, Lois Noble, leave my athletic ability to Margaret Dancer. I, John Gilson, do leave my “line” to Arnel Fronk. To Verle Sauters, I, Dorothemae Moore, do leave my gum. I, Ezra Koch, leave my chair at Rotary to...................who I know will fit it. To little Brother Billy, I, Bob Barnes, leave my ability to concentrate. I, Ronald Eborall, do leave my strong, manly physique to Victor Wind. I, Myrtle Spraker, leave my social career to Jo Grocning. I, Mariella Frisbie, do leave my vamping ways to Barbara Hoffman. In Witness whereof, we the class of ’38, do set our hand and seal this third day of June, Anno Dominus, 1938.